PE will really be the death of me. First on the agenda: 2.4km run. And run I did. Finally, for the first time in many weeks, I ate breakfast. A simply made, ham sandwich. And I ran and ran and ran on the endless red track. Like most Singaporeans, our Sun is equally hardworking; mercilessly frying, scorching and barbequeing our poor runners on the sickening red track. By the time I stumbled off the track into the inviting shade of the school building, I felt ready to throw up my ham sandwich.

We elected our permenant CG commitee today. I was finally relieved of my unexciting treasurer post - only to be elected as the Chinese Rep. Totally splendid, no? And I had to say "qi li!" at the beginning and the end of every Chinese class. Today was my first time saying it and it was rather mortifying. I opened my mouth, but the words seemed stuck in my throat as everyone swivelled their heads in my direction. In the awkward silence, I just about turned purple, opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water, before I managed to sputter a weak "qi li" after about half a minute. Absolutely embarrasing.

And Chris, I would blast you off into oblivion if it were deemed humanly possible without the aid of a bomb.